Harry and his team of Aurors beamed happily as James Potter, head of the Auror department, heaped praise on them for the capture of some rogue villains who were selling dodgy potions to various appothecaries around London. It had been an ongoing case for several weeks but they'd had a break with an informer whose information had been what they'd needed.
"Notes of commendation will be going in all your files. Now, go, get out of here, it's Friday," said James, cheerfully.
The team left the head Auror's office, still on a high from the capture. Like Harry, they were fairly new Aurors, having just completed their three years of training. Each Auror got the chance to be the lead on a case, and this was Harry's first turn as lead, so it was quite a coup for him.
"Come on Harry, we all want to buy you a drink!" called out Matt, one of Harry's team.
"Go on, son, enjoy it. Good thing you don't live at home any more, or your mother would insist on waiting up for you," chuckled James, patting his son on the shoulder. "You did good, Harry, showed some real leadership out there today. I'm proud of you, son."
"Thanks, Dad, but a good leader is only as good as his team. You taught me that," said Harry.
James nodded. "You know you'll be relegated back to the regular team next time, don't you? I can't be seen to play favourites, which is why I never evaluated you. Robards will be writing his report on how you did on this mission," he said.
"I understand, Dad. I don't want any special favours or treatment. I want to earn my way," said Harry, determinedly.
The truth was, Harry wasn't sure he was cut out to be an Auror. He'd had a stroke of luck on this case, but overall, he was average in the class. He'd wanted to be an Auror like his dad all his life, but since he'd completed his training and found out what it was really like, now, he wasn't so sure. Still, it felt good to know he'd done everything right that day.
"Good lad. Now go, your team is ready to celebrate and, as usual, I've got a crazy load of paperwork to get through," sighed James.
"You really need a holiday," said Harry.
"I have to admit, that does sound good," said James, returning to the seat behind his desk.
"Hey, will you tell AJ to join us at the pub when he finishes his shift," said Harry. His younger brother still had a couple of hours to go, as a second year trainee.
"Will do, and I'll tell your mother not to worry. You'll keep an eye on your brother, won't you?' asked James.
"Dad, come on, I'm the responsible one, remember?" laughed Harry.
The two brothers were so alike and yet so dissimilar. Harry was dark haired with his mother's green eyes. AJ, or Andrew James, was fairer, with his father's hazel eyes. While Harry was quieter, AJ was more outgoing. This was due to a prophecy made about Harry before he was born.
James and Lily learned of the prophecy shortly after she discovered she was pregnant. They immediately placed their newly bought house in Godric's Hollow under the Fidelias, with James' best friend, Sirius, as secret keeper.
Harry's birth had brought so much joy to James and Lily, as well as James' parents, Euphemia and Fleamont. He'd been a happy baby and Lily hadn't found it a hardship to be in seclusion with him and James.
With talk that Voldemort himself was trying to locate the Potters, Sirius decided it was too obvious that he was the Potter's secret keeper. After some discussion, they decided to entrust one of their inner circle, Peter Pettigrew to be the new secret keeper. He agreed, and they were all convinced they would be safe.
However, late on October thirtieth, Peter came to Godric's Hollow to confess his weakness. Under torture he had admitted their location to Voldemort and soon he would be coming after them.
Lily and baby Harry were immediately taken to Potter Manor, while James, Sirius and Peter made a plan. While they packed up everything Lily wanted to save, they called the Aurors.
The next night, when Voldemort made his move, he was allowed to enter the Potter's house. There, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter confronted him, with a team of Aurors. Voldemort tried to kill James in fury, but Peter threw himself in front of James, sacrificing himself. In the subsequent wand fire from the Aurors, Voldemort was killed.
As there was much damage to the house, James and Lily decided to stay at Potter Manor with his ailing parents. If they tended to be overprotective at times with Harry, they figured they had reason. They only allowed trusted friends, like Frank and Alice Longbottom, or Marlene McKinnon to join them. Alice and Lily had both worked in the Department of Mysteries, and went through their pregnancies together. In fact, their sons were born only hours apart.
Fleamont and Euphemia survived six months after the birth of their second grandson, Andrew James. Harry doted on his little brother, and it never bothered him he only had his brother and Neville as friends.
James' other best friend Remus home schooled both Harry and Andrew, and Neville too. However Neville went to Hogwarts at the age of eleven, whereas James and Lily decided to keep Harry and Andrew at home.
A daughter, Emmaline, completed their happy family, named in honour of another good friend, an Auror killed on that Halloween night. Emma was like Lily in looks, from her red hair to her green eyes. She completely had Sirius and James wrapped around her finger, and she adored her older brothers.
With younger siblings, Harry always bore the burden of responsibility, and he bore it well. He was happiest amongst his dad and Uncles Sirius and Remus, listening to their stories. If he wished for close friends to have adventures with, he knew he could always count on Neville and Andrew to stand by him. He was often shy amongst strangers, particularly females. Apart from his mother and sister, or Aunt Marlene, he hadn't been around too many. When he went to Diagon Alley as a teen, girls would giggle and point, making him self conscious. It hadn't improved as he got older, especially as his family was well known, one of the oldest wizarding families in their world.
Harry had always pictured himself becoming an Auror, and he easily passed the tests to become a trainee. He found his confidence gaining, and he enjoyed the camaraderie of the other trainees, knowing these other men and women could one day save his life. He was well liked amongst them, but wasn't one for going out clubbing and drinking himself silly while ogling witches. He also didn't like random witches coming up to him and groping him, or shouting at him over the loud music.
He had liked one girl, and suggested they go back to his apartment, to talk and get to know each other better. Well, this girl started snogging him and although Harry wasn't really enjoying it, he was a twenty year old virgin, so decided to go with it. However, he hadn't been expecting her to touch his dick, and even though it was through his pants, it was still so new and exciting, he came. The girl was angry, Harry was embarrassed and it became the end of the 'date'. So here he was, still a twenty five year old virgin. His younger brother had more luck with witches than he did!
"Hey, Harry, go, get out of here," said James.
"Right, I'm off," said Harry.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't," winked James.
"Ha, if I believed all your Marauder stories, that doesn't give me plenty of scope," grinned Harry.
"They're all true, every one of them," winked James. "Except the ones where Sirius gets the girl."
Harry laughed and waved goodbye to his dad.
-Hours later-
"To Harry, a great team leader," toasted Sven, raising a Firewhiskey.
"We already did that one," complained Tracy. "Here's to those green eyes of his. Drives all the girls crazy," she said, tossing back a shot.
"What girls? I aint never seen him with any witch," said Seamus. "Maybe he likes the wizards, hey,Harry?"
"Shut it, Finnegan," grinned Harry, taking another shot glass as it was handed to him and tossing it back. "I like the ladies."
"Me too," grinned Tracy, tossing an arm over his shoulder. She looked around the pub. "Bet I can hook up before you do. I got my eye on that pretty red head over there."
Harry had noticed her earlier, and had been working up the nerve to go and meet her. Actually, he'd only noticed her back view, as she'd been standing with her back to him and his team. Her hair shone in the light, rippling down her back and ending just above a nicely rounded butt. Her legs were encased in denim and she was wearing ankle boots. She was gesturing with her hands as she talked to a group of people, men and women. They were smiling and laughing at what she was saying.
Harry scowled. "I had my eye on her," he pouted, and tossed back another Firewhiskey.
Tracy's eyes widened. "Merlin, the bloody Holyhead Harpies team just walked in. If I can't get lucky tonight with one of them, I'm giving up women and going straight," she declared. She got up and ran her fingers through her hair.
"How do I look?" she asked everyone.
"I'd do you," smirked Seamus.
"You'd be so grateful for anyone to get close to your tiny pecker that you'd do anyone," said Tracy sweetly, making everyone laugh. "Bye boys, don't wait up." She walked up to the bar where a couple of Harpy players were and started chatting. Harry saw a couple stop to talk to the red head he'd been eyeing.
Harry greatly admired Tracy's confidence, but grumpily tossed back another shot. "I'm going to go and talk to her," he stated, pointing at the red head. He stood, but had to grasp the table so he didn't fall over. By the time he steadied himself and looked over in her direction, she'd gone.
"Hey, where did she go?" he asked in dismay.
"She went that-a-way," said Chris, pointing in the direction of the private rooms upstairs. "With some of the Harpies. Maybe she likes witches too."
Seamus nodded drunkenly in agreement, pointing the other way. "Go get her, tiger!"
Harry nodded drunkenly and saluted. "Auror Potter is on the job." He winked and smirked.
"That's it. Go and tell her that, offer her your protection. Women love that," grinned Mikey. "One for the road." He thrust a shot glass in Harry's hand. "To witches."
"To witches," said the men at the table, raising their glasses and skolling the contents down.
"To wizards," said the other two female Aurors on his team, Amy and Susan.
"Hey, keep an eye out for my brother, won't you?" slurred Harry. Amy and Susan gave him a thumbs up.
Harry turned and fumbled his way to the stairs. It took him some time to get to the first floor and he nearly fell a time or two.
Someone was coming up the stairs behind him. "Are you going to the party?" the witch asked him, looking amused.
Harry looked at her. She was all fuzzy and he wished she'd stop spinning. "Is she in there, the red head?"
"Ginny? Yeah, she's in there," grinned Georgia, the Harpies Seeker.
"Then that's where I'm going." He puffed out his chest. "I'm an Auror and I'm here to protect her."
"Ginny? Oh honey, you don't need to worry about her."
"Ginny," sighed Harry. Ginny was a lovely name, the loveliest name he'd ever heard. "Will you take me to Ginny?" he slurred.
"Definitely. Come with me, honey," said Georgia, taking his hand.
She opened the door to a room. Harry was hit with loud music and peered in, hoping to see this Ginny.
"Hey Harpies! Seems we've got an Auror out here, wanting to offer his protection," called Georgia, pushing Harry to the centre of the room. He was immediately surrounded.
"Erm, is Ginny here?" he asked timidly.
"Offering protection or carrying protection," quipped a Harpy.
"I'll be Ginny," said another.
"You can protect me, sugar," said another.
Harry turned around as one Harpy after another called out Ginny's name. He was starting to get dizzy and was feeling hot. He undid the top two buttons on his shirt.
"Woo hoo, get it off," called a Harpy.
"Or we'll get it off for you!" called another Harpy.
Harry spun around, looking for Ginny, or the door. Suddenly he didn't feel too good.
"I don't feel good," he mumbled.
The Harpies all gathered round him, getting closer and closer. They led him to a bedroom and helped him to lay down. "It's all right. We know how to make you feel better," one said, smirking. "Right, Harpies!"
"Right!" they cheered. They undid more buttons on his shirt, and Harry immediately felt cooler.
Harry smiled drunkenly as several faces loomed over him. These nice ladies were trying to help him. " Will Ginny be here soon?" he asked, hopefully.
"Sure she will, sugar," smirked a Harpy.
Harry smiled. Then he passed out.
-Next Morning-
Harry blearily opened his eyes, then immediately shut them again, as the light hurt them. He then tried just opening one eye, which seemed to help. He tentatively looked around. It seemed as if he were in a bedroom and despite the sheet over his lower body, he was pretty sure he was naked underneath.
He moved slightly, only then becoming aware one hand was handcuffed to the iron bed head. He started to panic, till he saw his wand on the bedside table. He reached for it, and cast Alohamora to unlock the handcuffs. His arm sagged in relief and he rubbed the wrist where the shackles had rubbed against his skin.
His mouth felt disgusting and he felt dirty and a bit achy. He looked for a clock but couldn't see one. What the hell had he done last night?
"Hello? Anyone out there?" he called cautiously. There was no answer.
He suddenly needed to pee, so he carefully sat up, still feeling light headed. He realised he hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday morning. They'd been out on their case over lunch, and too busy celebrating last night to think about food. Harry cursed himself for being so stupid. He winced. He had a hell of hang over, for the first time ever. It wasn't something he wanted to do again.
He gingerly got out of bed and stumbled to the adjoining room, which thankfully was a bathroom. He lifted the lid of the loo and peed, yawning as he did so. He ran one hand through his hair, while the other gave his dick a shake as he finished. He flushed then decided to have a shower, hoping the hot water would soothe his aching body.
He turned the shower on, letting steam fill the room. He found some soap, so hopped in and started to wash himself. He closed his eyes, letting the hot water run over him as he soaped himself up and washed his aching body. Once he was done, he leaned his head against the cool shower wall, debating whether to find somewhere close by for breakfast, or just head home. The water cascaded over his body, and he started to feel better.
He finally turned the shower off and stepped out. The steam had fogged the mirror, so he towel dried himself off. He couldn't see a comb or brush, so finger combed his hair. He couldn't tell how bad his hair was, so he used the damp towel to clear the mirror and peered in at his reflection.
"What the hell?" he gasped. His whole upper body was covered in bite marks. He looked down and gasped again. The bite marks were also over his abdomen. Taking a breath, he looked at his dick.
He let out a breath. It was...intact, but there were bite marks all around his thighs. What the bloody hell had happened to him last night? He needed to get out of here and get some food before finding one of his so called mates who had left him here at the mercy of...
The Harpies! He suddenly remembered. He had gone upstairs, looking for the red head one. What was her name again? He walked out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom, looking for his clothes. When he couldn't find them, he grabbed his wand and went into the main room. Man, his body ached.
Merlin, what a mess. The clock showed ten o'clock, so he assumed house keeping would be up soon. He found his pants and shirt, but no sign of his underwear or shoes and socks. He quickly got dressed, just as there was a knock at the door.
"House keeping," said a female voice, and a witch opened the door. She sighed as she looked around at the mess. "Those Harpies!"
She seemed startled as she saw Harry. He blushed as she looked knowingly at him. "Erm, good morning," he mumbled, his head screaming for coffee and a pain potion.
"Not often they leave a live one," said the cleaner, amused. "Can you walk, boy?"
Boy! "Course I can," said Harry, affronted. He went to walk past her, cursing himself for walking stiffly.
The cleaner chuckled knowingly. "Know how to party, those Harpies."
"I need to go. Erm, if you should find some mens shoes and socks and, erm, underwear, you can just throw them out," said Harry, trying not to blush.
"They usually take the underwear as a souvenir," cackled the cleaner.
Harry couldn't fight his blush now. "Erm, right. Well, goodbye."
"Bye, Sweetcheeks," she called as he left. Her cackling laugh followed him as he went down the stairs and headed for the front door.
"Mr Potter?"
Harry turned to the lady behind the bar. "Yes?"
"I believe this is yours. They asked me to give it to you when you came down," said the lady, handing him his wallet.
He grabbed it, nodding his thanks. He opened it and checked it, relieved to see all his money and Auror ID still intact.
"Thank you," he said to the lady.
"There's coffee in the pot if you want a cup. Take away too, if you want," grinned the lady.
Harry inhaled the aroma as she poured him a cup. He took a sip and started to feel human again. He sighed in relief, much to the amusement of the lady behind the bar.
"Do they do that often?" Harry asked her.
"The Harpies? Yeah, when they play locally, and they win. It's always a big money earner for us," grinned the lady. "Lots of drinking and partying. Not all of them, mind you. I aint never seen Gwenog Jones in here. I'd love to meet her. She's a true champion, she is."
"What about erm, Ginny?" asked Harry, the name coming to him suddenly.
"Wildcat? Yeah, she was here last night. Not for long though," said the lady. "Got an urgent owl and left."
"Okay, thanks. Especially for this," said Harry, getting his wallet out to pay for a cup of coffee.
The lady waved his efforts away. "It's on the house. Aint too many men able to walk out of here after a night partying with the Harpies, let me tell you," she said.
Harry tried to smile at her admiration, but it made him feel ill. He just wished he could remember something, anything.
"Well, bye," he said.
"Bye, love," said the lady, getting back to restocking the bar.
As Harry went outside, the morning sunshine was like a knife to his head. He decided Apparating was the lesser of two evils as far as his head and his stomach was concerned. Still, he barely managed not to fall over as he Apparated to the apartment he shared with Ernie Macmillan.
His friend wasn't home, which Harry was grateful for. He wasn't in the mood to be asked questions he couldn't answer.
He fixed himself some bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast, along with another coffee. He felt decidedly better after that, but tired, so he went to his room.
He flopped down on his bed, his arm over his eyes. He winced as he rolled over, damning himself for not having any hangover potion in the house. Not that he and Ernie had ever needed one. Party animals they definitely weren't!
He crawled under his covers, already feeling sleep creeping up on him. He took off his shirt but left his pants on. As he looked at the bite marks on his chest, he wondered if Ginny had given him any of them. The thought of her giving him ones around his thighs made his dick jump. He briefly wondered why she had to leave early.
Still, as hard as he tried, he couldn't remember what had happened last night, and he was definitely in no hurry to see any Harpies again for a long time, pretty red heads or not.
He pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep.
